The stage was set. He looked at his backyard and wondered the consequences should he go ahead with what he had planned to do. It could either be his best or turn to be the most disastrous idea ever implemented.
He mentally drafted a list of items he would need to prepare his latest recipe. He looked at his last recipe and wondered what went wrong with it. It was a very good draft and he was happy when he looked at it at that time. But there was something missing in it and that is why he needed to prepare this new recipe. Of course it would take him a lot of effort and time to finish it with perfection, but a consummate artist of perfection that he was, he wanted this one to be his best.
He looked at the various ingredients on his shelf marked as sugar, salt, spicy and so on. What should the final taste be like? He started with salt and some spice. Of course he was not sure that the amount of spice would remain the same every time he would prepare the recipe, but the final output should definitely be sweet. He baked it more tender unlike his previous recipe which mostly would either be half baked or burnt or hard at edges and so on. He wondered if he should make it more appealing to the eye or just tasty enough. But he decided that irrespective of the shape and design, what mattered most was the taste of the recipe.
Ahhh...there it was. Nice, tender, sweet and wonderful. Boy...he was one amazing artist, aint he? He knew that this recipe might create a furor in his world. People would go crazy, fight over it, maybe even a war or two might happen, it could lead to jealousy and mayhem. He wondered if it would spoil the balance. But then he realized something. His recipe had the supreme power of recreating itself. Out of love for his creation, he had bestowed upon it his supreme power of creation and that he wondered should make this his most wonderful product ever made. He looked and wondered what he should call it. It was certainly better than his previous creation although this fact would not be accepted by one and all.
And that is how God created her....and named her WOMAN.
P.S: Belated happy Women’s Day
P.S1: I would never understand why Women’s day and Valentines day need to be celebrated when one can be happy to be a woman or fall in love on any day of the year :-)